He left His Fathers throne above So free, so infinite His grace Emptied Himself of all but love, And bled for Adams helpless race: Tis mercy all, immense and free, For O my God, it found out me!

Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

Long my imprisoned spirit lay, Fast bound in sin and natures night; Thine eye diffused a quickening ray I woke, the dungeon flamed with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

Still the small inward voice I hear, That whispers all my sins forgiven; Still the atoning blood is near, That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven. I feel the life His wounds impart; I feel the Savior in my heart.

Amazing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

No condemnation now I dread; Jesus, and all in Him, is mine; Alive in Him, my living Head, And clothed in righteousness divine, Bold I approach theternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own.